Page 69 of Lethal Seduction

He laughs and shakes his head. The way his gaze connects to my soul at this very moment, I know we both want the same thing. Without a word, I begin slowly walking deeper into my apartment, only stopping once to look over my shoulder at him.Offering him a slight nod and come-fuck-me eyes, I turn and go into my bedroom, leaving the door open.

The room is dark, but I can still see him. Michael steps closer to me, and I breathe in his scent—all man. My legs begin to tremble, and my knees feel weak. I honestly never knew that could happen to me.

He pulls off his t-shirt with one smooth motion, and the outline of his muscular shoulders, trim waist, and deep chest comes into view. Instantly, my mouth waters as I imagine twirling my tongue around each of his nipples and tracing his treasure trail down to the good stuff.

He takes another step. This time I hold my breath. I want him so badly to take me into his arms and hold me, kiss me, and lead me to the bed. My hands begin to tremble with anticipation. I have to clench my fists to keep myself under control. The butterflies in my tummy flutter to life, harder and faster than I’ve ever felt before. How can it be that I’m this attracted to someone? Not even with Ricky, back in high school, have I felt such a strong pull to be with a man. To kiss. To touch. To fuck.

Fighting the need to close the gap between us, I force myself to step back, prolonging the tension that grows between us. The heat now palpable. My back comes to rest against the wall, and there’s nowhere else to go. As he continues to come closer, I can see the need in his eyes. In fact, we need each other. I go to speak, but my words catch in my throat. Instead, my breath quickens along with my heart. He’s almost upon me, and I ache for it, his touch.

I tear off my shirt, my nipples so hard and sensitive, I dare not touch them. There’d be no way to stop myself from coming, and I’m not ready. Not yet. Gooseflesh spreads across my chest and arms, and I feel my balls tingle. My cock grows hard, pushing against my jeans. He reaches for my face, tracing a finger along my jawline. His lips part as if by touching mehe’s edging toward his own climax. I part my own lips as my jaw relaxes, and moan—softly at first, but if the tightness in the crotch of my jeans is any indication, I’ll be calling out in a matter of seconds.

The heat from his bare chest reaches me even before our skin touches. Leaning my head forward, I rest against his muscular pecs. I can’t keep my hands to myself. Not for another second. I slowly run my finger down the center of his abs until I reach his belt, where I unhook it, and then his button fly—I grow harder with each button as it comes free and opens his fly that much more. He moans. It sounds involuntary. Before reaching inside his pants, I trace the outline of his large, uncut cock. When my fingertip reaches the head, he begins undoing my pants. As if by chance, our jeans hit the floor together, and I look up into his eyes. There’s a kindness there I’ve never seen with someone I’m about to have sex with. Maybe this is going to be more than a simple fuck. Maybe this is going to be what I’ve been wanting all along, but never knew I could have—or deserve.

I wrap my hand around the thickness of his shaft, his girth so impressive, my fingertips barely touch. He’s fully erect now, but his skin is so soft. Slowly at first, I begin sliding his foreskin over the head and back down. His pre-cum not only slickens the head but lubes the palm of my hand as well. He flops his head back and moans. “Just like that,” he says in a deep, breathy voice.

I’m so hard, my cock jumps with the beat of my heart. Reaching up, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him in toward me. As he inches closer, his hard cock presses against my belly and mine pushes between his legs and against his balls. My hips involuntarily pump against him, seeking a hole to push inside.

Without a word, he backs away and takes me by the hand, leading me to the bed where I quickly lie down on my back. “Are you sure?” he asks.

I nod. “Never more sure in my life.”

He reaches into the drawer of the nightstand and pulls out a condom. I watch as he slides it into place, over the head, and down the entirety of his shaft. He lubes his hand, pressing it to my ass, making sure that my hole is ready for him. He leans over me and smiles. Lowering his face to mine, he kisses me tenderly on the lips. I want more, and he does not disappoint. Slowly at first, he slides his tongue between my lips, where I meet him move for move. Heat flushes my cheeks as we share one breath, tasting each other for what feels like the first time. And he tastes delicious.

He pulls away. We’re both breathless, my lungs burn for more air, but my body burns and aches for his intimate touch. As if he reads my mind, he adjusts his weight and slowly pushes the head of his cock against my ass. I want him inside me so badly, I have to consciously relax my hole to allow for his thick cock.

I nod, indicating I’m ready. He slowly inches himself inside. I throw my head back against the bed in pleasure and pain. The initial entry is always a little precarious until my body can adjust to what he’s working with. It doesn’t take long before he’s easily moving inside me, pumping his hips against the backs of my legs and ass. I clench my ass down around his shaft, giving myself more friction when I need it.

My g-spot sends bursts of electricity through me, down my legs, and into my belly. Each and every time he slides past it, it brings me closer to my carnal eruption. I want to cry, not from pain or regret, but from the intense pleasure. He feels so good inside me, so right. I begin working my own cock in time with him. It isn’t long before I feel the beginning of the end, the explosion of cum every man grows to know and love. I force myself to stop, removing my hand completely from my cock. I look down between my legs, which are being held up in the air by him. His intense gaze excites me. He’s feeling the same ferventrush of sexual heat I am, and my cock bounces against my belly—begging to be stroked again.

Not yet. I want this moment to last longer.

“This feels so good,” he says.

I bite my bottom lip and pull his hips in closer so he can go deeper. “Yes, just like that,” I say. “Come inside me, Michael.”

A naughty twinkle in his eyes tells me he’s been hoping I’d say that. Once again, I begin working my shaft. Despite not stroking my cock, it’s never gone soft. I’ve been edging since he first unbuttoned my pants and led me to the bed. The need to come, to shoot my load all over my chest and against him, comes quickly.

“I’m going to come,” I moan and grab a fistful of bedding as his pounding intensifies.

“Yes,” he says. “I’m there too.” Our eyes lock for a moment before he throws his head back. I can feel his cock momentarily thicken even more as my asshole clamps down on the base of his shaft. He’s pushed in as far as he can go, and I feel my own surge of cum. He bucks, moans, and shoots his load inside of me.

It’s my turn.

Barely a moment passes when the tingle sends an electric surge up into my belly. Pearly drops of pre-cum slicken the tip of my throbbing head as I feel the heat in my belly growing hotter. Within seconds, and without my conscious control, cum races up my shaft and explodes. Hot ribbons of cum splatter my chest, face, and belly. Not just once, but two separate eruptions take me to a place I’ve never experienced before. An ecstasy so intense I have to fight back tears. I fall back onto the bed, fully satiated.

We’re both out of breath, and as he pulls out of me, he lies on his back next to me on the bed. We both relax there without a word, our breathing slowing, and the sweat cooling over my entire body. I shiver and then roll over, kissing him on the cheek.He smiles and wraps me up in his arms, spooning me, and for the first time, I fall asleep in the arms of a lover.

When I wake up, the room is filled with the soft glow of dawn. Michael is still beside me, his arm draped over my waist. I take a moment to just breathe him in, to feel the warmth of his body against mine. It feels surreal, waking up next to him, knowing we are safe and can finally be together without any threats looming over us.

I gently slip out of bed, careful not to wake him. I pull on a pair of boxers and head to the kitchen. As I start making coffee, the events of the previous night play through my mind, making me smile. I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy, this content.

Just as the coffee finishes brewing, I hear Michael stirring in the bedroom. A few moments later, he walks into the kitchen, wearing only his boxers, and gives me a sleepy smile. "Good morning," he says, his voice husky from sleep.

"Morning," I reply, handing him a cup of coffee. "How did you sleep?"

"Better than I have in a long time," he says, taking a sip. "You?"

"Same here," I admit. "It was... amazing."

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